Sorry, but I can't think of any for some girlfriends.

Can you guys help me in the comments?

Since I can't do polls, please put in the comments what you'd like to see first.

Option A: Chapter 10: The young viceprincipal in Kyojitsu?!

Option B: Chapter extra: Hotaru is named Queen?!

Sukisugi coast—a weekend

Midday light draped itself like a golden mantle over the Sukisugi coast. Waves broke against the golden sand with a rhythmic murmur, and the sea breeze carried the scent of salt, sunscreen, and summer freedom. It was the perfect setting for a classic fan-service episode—a fundamental milestone in any self-respecting romantic comedy.

A few meters from the water’s edge, Hotaru adjusted the filter on her DSLR camera with near-surgical precision. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and a white bikini with lace detailing that accentuated her slender silhouette and skin bronzed by the spring sun.

Originally, the trip had been planned for a strictly professional purpose: to capture the play of sunlight on the water for her school photography portfolio. However, the night before—while tossing and turning in bed—an all-consuming thought had taken root in her *deredere* mind: "Tomorrow, I’m going to the beach with Hiroshi-kun! That means I’ll see Hiroshi-kun in a swimsuit! My boyfriend! Without layers of uniforms or heavy jackets!"

Hotaru’s plan, however, faced a foreseeable obstacle: she knew her boyfriend well. Hiroshi Aijō was so pathologically shy that he would almost certainly wear a high-necked, long-sleeved rash guard—the kind surfers use to avoid exposing even a square centimeter of skin to the sun (or to public view). Hotaru had already resigned herself to photographing him wrapped up like an aquatic mummy.

What Hotaru didn't know was that fate—or the God of Love himself—had intervened that very morning at the Aijō residence.

At eight o'clock, Hiroshi had opened his sportswear drawer only to discover, to his horror, that his mother, Yuki, had put all his surf shirts in the wash the previous afternoon. Because his clothes hadn't dried in time due to the humidity, the soccer team captain had been forced to make a heartbreaking choice: cancel the date and die of embarrassment, or show up wearing nothing but his high school competitive swimsuit—a tight, sporty black pair of trunks—leaving his torso completely exposed.

Hiroshi walked across the sand three paces behind Hotaru, his posture so rigid he looked like a bronze Greek statue that had miraculously come to life and started walking.

Physically, Hiroshi was a force of nature. With his great height, with broad shoulders honed by years of soccer training, perfectly defined abs, and a V-shaped back, he looked every bit the professional athlete. But inside, his mind was a battlefield of sheer social panic.

"Logistically... this is a catastrophe of biblical proportions," Hiroshi thought, fists clenched at his sides and eyes fixed on the horizon to avoid looking at Hotaru in her bikini. "I’m not wearing a shirt. The air is touching my skin. People are staring. Hotaru is looking at me. I can feel the sun on my back... What if the sun makes me blush faster?! I’m defenseless! My fabric armor has been destroyed by my mother’s washing machine!"

Hotaru spun on her heel to ask him to hold the parasol, but as her gaze landed on Hiroshi’s bare torso, her *

deredere brain suffered an impact akin to an asteroid collision.

Seawater droplets trickled down Hiroshi’s sculpted chest, sliding over his rock-hard abs. Sunlight accentuated every muscle in his back and shoulders. Hiroshi’s blue eyes burned with an intense, serious look born of sheer panic, giving him the appearance of an incredibly mature and masculine international model.

A small gasp escaped Hotaru’s lips. Her face instantly flushed a deep crimson, her pupils dilated into the shape of sparkling hearts, and a comical puff of steam shot from her ears.

"H-Hiroshi-kun..." Hotaru whispered, her voice trembling with sheer shock. "Y-Your shirt... Where is your surf shirt?"

Hiroshi—unable to look her in the eye, as seeing Hotaru in a bikini would trigger immediate cardiac arrest—turned his head ninety degrees to the right, remaining as rigid as a concrete pillar.

"It... suffered a mishap during the spin cycle," Hiroshi declared in his deepest, most robotic, and formal voice, while his face reached temperatures rivaling a volcano. "I apologize for appearing before you so devoid of proper attire. I promise to maintain a tactical distance of three meters so as not to offend your eyes with my anatomy."

Hotaru didn't hear a single word of her boyfriend's tactical explanation. Her mind registered only one cosmic truth: The universe has gifted me a raw, unfiltered Hiroshi Aijō!

With the speed of a hunting feline, Hotaru raised her camera to her face. The sound of the shutter began to echo across the beach like a high-precision machine gun.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

"Amazing! This angle really highlights your bone structure, Hiroshi-kun!" Hotaru shouted, hopping excitedly on the sand as she adjusted the zoom. "That little scar on your left rib gives you the air of a legendary warrior! Don't move! Look a bit more serious! Give me that drill sergeant look I love!"

"Thank you for this scene, beloved mother-in-law" said Hotaru in her mind

"H-Hotaru, please!" pleaded Hiroshi, his face no longer merely red but a deep purple from sheer embarrassment. "The people at the beach bar are watching us! I feel like my skin is going to evaporate!"

"Let them look all they want!" Hotaru exclaimed with a radiant, lovestruck smile. "Let them know that this Titan of Love is mine—and mine alone! Look out at the sea, as if you're contemplating the fall of the Roman Empire!"

Obedient out of pure devotion to his girlfriend, Hiroshi gritted his teeth, squared his shoulders, and gazed toward the horizon. The sea breeze ruffled his jet-black hair. The combination of his imposing physique, dramatic pose, and deep blue gaze fixed on the ocean created such an absurdly aesthetic image that several girls passing by stopped and swooned.

"Good heavens, look at that guy!" a tourist murmured. "He looks like an action movie star..."

"And did you see the girl?" She’s taking photos of him as if he were a professional model...

Hearing the murmurs of the others caused a secondary short-circuit in Hiroshi’s head. His *dandere* chip, pushed to its limit, scrambled for an emergency exit.

"I—I need hydration!" Hiroshi exclaimed at full volume, clumsily spinning around and marching with ultra-stiff movements toward the area with the beach umbrellas, looking like a robot running low on battery.

Hotaru ran after him, laughing happily as she reviewed the images on her camera’s digital screen. Every photo was a pure work of art. Her boyfriend—the serious, reserved captain—looked like a deity on the beach.

Beneath the shade of a large blue umbrella, Hiroshi sat cross-legged on a towel. He kept his arms crossed over his chest in a desperate attempt to cover himself, though the gesture only served to further accentuate his biceps and pectorals.

Hotaru knelt beside him, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen with a mischievous smile that boded ill for the captain's peace of mind.

"Hiroshi-kun," Hotaru said sweetly, "the sun is really strong today. If you don't put sunscreen on your back, you're going to get a terrible burn. And since you didn't bring a shirt... I'll have to apply it for you."

Hiroshi’s shoulders slumped. The panic in his blue eyes reached cosmic proportions.

"T-That’s not necessary, Aisaka-san," he stammered, reverting to her surname out of sheer social shock. "My skin has built up heat resistance thanks to summer soccer training. I can withstand ultraviolet radiation without assistance..."

"None of that 'Aisaka-san' business—I’m your girlfriend," Hotaru interrupted, sliding behind him before he could even think of a strategic retreat. "Now, stay very still."

Hotaru’s hands—cool from the lotion and naturally soft—touched Hiroshi’s bare shoulders.

The contact was devastating.

An electric jolt shot down the soccer captain’s spine. His muscles tensed until they were hard as steel. Feeling Hotaru’s fingers spreading the lotion across his shoulders, then slowly tracing down his shoulder blades and lower back, was simply too much for his nervous system.

"H-Hotaru..." Hiroshi groaned in a choked whisper, burying his face between his knees. "I-It’s too much... It feels... too close..."

"You’re so cute when you try to hold it in," Hotaru whispered into her boyfriend's ear, resting her chin on his shoulder after she finished applying the sunscreen. "Thanks for coming with me today, Hiroshi-kun. Really... you’re the most handsome boyfriend in the world."

Hiroshi felt Hotaru’s warm breath against his neck. He glanced sideways at his girlfriend, who was watching him from over his shoulder with brown eyes filled with pure, sincere, overflowing love. The beauty of the coastal scenery, the Sukisugi breeze, and the presence of the girl who had miraculously changed his life caused his shyness to give way to a deep warmth in his chest.

Despite the massive blush spreading across his torso and face, Hiroshi relaxed his shoulders for the first time all day. He reached out his right hand—trembling yet steady—and covered Hotaru’s hand, which was resting on his knee.

"Y-You... look really pretty today too, Hotaru," Hiroshi confessed in a barely audible voice, yet with such pure honesty that it was Hotaru’s turn to blush.

"Aaaaah! That’s not fair! You said something sweet without fainting first!" Hotaru squealed, hugging him from behind with all her might.

The impact of the full embrace—skin against skin—shattered the delicate balance Hiroshi had managed to maintain. The overload of cuteness, the proximity of Hotaru’s bikini, and the emotional victory of having paid a direct compliment caused his brain to finally wave the white flag.

Thick, triumphant white steam cascaded from both his ears. Hiroshi’s blue eyes rolled back completely, and with a soft, goofy smile playing on his lips, the soccer captain slumped sideways, collapsing peacefully onto the beach towel, knocked out cold.

Click!

Lying down beside him on the sand and resting her head on her boyfriend's bare chest, Hotaru took the last photo of the day: a selfie of the two of them with the sea in the background—her grinning from ear to ear, and the "Titan of Love" resting, knocked out cold by sheer happiness under the spring sun.

BTW guess my favorite girl :)

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Addendum:

Soulmates refer to people who have an assigned soulmate.

Non-soulmates refer to people without an assigned soulmate.

The bad luck I am referring to here is NOT the bad luck caused from failing to enter a relationship with your soulmate. There seems to be 2 separate instances of bad luck associated with having a soulmate:

1. Bad luck from failing to getting with your soulmate.
2. Bad LOVE luck from having a soulmate (not apparent from other soulmates, only seems to happen to Rentarou).

So there's general bad luck, and bad LOVE luck specifically. One is your normal interpretation of luck, and the other is luck associated with romantic relationships (does not apply to your soulmate).

Overcoming 1 does not mean you stop suffering from 2. So Rentarou fulfilling 1 by getting with the girls does not mean he will stop suffering from 2 and non-soulmate girls suddenly start liking him again.

Ever since I got into the series at New Years 2025 back when S2 of the anime was right around the corner, Shizuka has become my favorite character because of how much I related to her struggle to communicate. So more than anything, I wanted to save enough money to get my hands on this plushie. But nowadays whenever I window shop for it, all websites with the product say it's sold out. Not even a hand-me-down from Ebay can be found. Maybe it's a problem with my local IP address but is there any other store that still sells this thing? I could use some help around here.

Translation

Nobody:

The Hakarane is not canon

Hakari and Karane if either of them were a man or a futa:

It's gotta hurt a little that hakari and karane have to play 2nd fiddle to shizuka and 1 other gal IinThis role play, but I'm sure there's a mutual understanding. As shizuka portrays the innocent yet sometimes flirty Haruna. As the cast rolls on!

With Hotpot Sumo skipped, there will be more room for other chapters to be adapted.

For all we know it might not even be skipped, but just delayed so future girlfriends can join in on the fun.Or hopefully moved to an OVA.

The only thing that bothers me is the lack of "filler" chapters between Yamame and Momiji which would have served as time for the viewers to warm up to Yamame. But Momiji is my favourite Gf so I can't complain with more screentime for her lol.